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Not as clear, but much more soothing

Distant laughter, barely registering at the back of my head. I tilt my head up and try to catch a glimpse of the almost non-existing stars. I proceed home in silence, but it’s a good silence.

It’s 23:00, I just left the union bar early and headed back home walking very slowly. I wanted to watch the stars, because I used to do that when I walked home from the Spennings’ back in Porsgrunn. I also used to be on the phone with Tri and singing while walking as well, not quite as lonely. But it’s alright, I don’t mind walking in the dark by myself looking at the stars here. They have some really gorgeous trees, and it’s lit up everywhere. The area just outside Constable Terrace is especially beautiful. I love walking there. Wish I could just wander around there forever and ever and not look silly. I normally hate being alone, but it’s not too bad when I’m walking during the night. There’s a beauty in my walks at night here, it’s quiet, it’s soothing, no noisy cars whatsoever to ruin my stargazing, and it’s my only opportunity to hum a song or two without feeling embarrassed. All I need now is someone to show this world to. I actually haven’t told anyone yet that I sometimes go out for a walk in the dark to watch the stars. Must sound really mad to them. Jeremi found me on the walkway though, I hope he wasn’t too freaked out.

My day in short:

I told a Brit for the very first time my preference to gentlemen with a posh, British accent. Lydia, the girl I was talking to, couldn’t agree more. That must sound really weird as well, if I were to blurt out; “Hey, guys! I could easily fall for anyone decent-looking with a nice, posh accent!”

My lectures started today, and I have a crazy timetable. I’ve also got a dress code for my course (WHAT?!), and everything is basically more strict here than back in Norway. I’ll update you more on that later.

I love people’s expressions when they realize I’m from Norway. “REALLY?” *pops eyes* And then all the questions come. I don’t mind, I love talking :)

And Lloyd is crazy about Norway. I don’t get him, but then he doesn’t get why I’m crazy with Britain either.